Criminal Boundaries (An Undertale Sanscest Story)

This is how we're gonna do It

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---Dust's POV----

We watched as Horror flung his axe at the strange bleeding figure that was holding Nightmare up in the air with magic.

Horror's axe sunk deep into their shoulder and they let out an ear splitting screech before releasing Nightmare and disappearing into thin air.

We immediately all rushed over, I ran over to Nightmare while Horror and Lust dropped down next to Cross, who was collapsed on the floor by the stairs, struggling and failing to get to his feet so that he could get to Nightmare.

I crouched down next to Nightmare, watching as his chest rose and fell slowly, the blood seeping from his wounds staining his clothes and the rug he was collapsed on.

A few hushed protests from my right caused me to turn in time to see Cross lurch to his feet and stumble over before collapsing to his knees next to me.

"N-Nighty?" He whispered, gripping onto his hand tightly.

Nightmare let out a faint groan in response, squeezing his hand back weakly.

I glanced over at the mystery masked kid that had lead us here, explaining on the way about our situation with the monster that Horror had axed in the shoulder. Actually, now that I think about it. That guy Horror had hit looked exactly like the guy that I'd found in the forest. The one that spoke those chilling words...

The kid that had brought us here was looking over the current scene quietly, an emotionless expression on his face. "Looks like we got here just in time..."

I nodded, watching as Cross managed to haul Nightmares half conscious body onto one of the sofas before collapsing next to him, shifting so that Nightmare's head rested on his lap as he groaned weakly, his eye fluttering open.

I pulled Blue and Sprinkle out of their hiding space behind some sofas and sat down on a different one, pulling Blue on my lap while sprinkle eyed up Desire who was now sat down next to Horror and Lust on another of this living rooms many sofas.

Sitting down here reminded me so much of all those years ago when the whole gang had fled fled to escape the police. Back to the times where our lives were full of countless peril and adventure. I kind of miss those days actually...

The masked kid stayed standing, looking around with a confused expression on his face. "Where are the kids...?"

No sooner than he had said that a gasp came from the stairs and we all looked up to see three kids crowded at the top.

"Dad?!" They cried before stumbling down the stairs to the sofa that Cross and the still barely conscious Nightmare were on.

The oldest of the two had what looked like red lines running down his cheeks. He wore a big fluffy hoodie and shorts. Also he seemed to have one black wispy tentacle that curled from his back.

Another one, looked a lot like Nightmare's passive form, but had Cross' scar and mismatched eyes. One blue, one purple.

The final one looked a bit like Cross, with an X scar on his cheek instead of a zigzag one.

They all crowed around Cross and Nightmare, visibly worried. "I-Is dad okay?"

Cross stroked the top of Nightmare's skull softly, nodding. "He's fine...don't worry...he just fought off that bad guy..."

They all flopped down on the sofa next to the one Cross and Nightmare were on before looking over us warily. "Who are they?"

"They're from their old gang." A voice said, making us look up at the stairs again.